Page 12 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“No, I’m fine. You are just a little bigger than I thought. I’ll be okay. Just keep going. Please,” I say through strangled speech.

After a little respite, he’s back at it again, but this time, it’s different. There’s no piercing pain just… oh so much pleasure.

His hips raise as he thrusts harder. My knees are now nearly touching my shoulders, and his pelvic bone grinding on my clit makes me come so hard. I feel myself clenching onto him, trying to drag in every inch of him.

His back straightens, and his eyes fully close as he lets out the most pleasure-filled moan I have ever heard.

He gives me a few more kisses, and he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and guilty. He slides off the bed and disappears into the bathroom where this whole debacle started.

Before I have time to gather my thoughts properly, he returns with a warm cloth, but before he hands it over, he switches off the lights, pulls the sheets over us both, and takes care of me.

I must have fallen asleep because when I hear my phone ringing, its coming from the other room. I open one eye to see if he’s still here and thankfully, the bed is empty. That is, until he appears with the ringing phone in his hand.

West is flashing on the screen. Oh shit. I’m not answering him now... So, I cut off the call and send him a text saying I will call him soon.

“Thank you,” I say, dragging my sore legs off the bed.

“What for?” he asks shortly. He doesn’t look as happy-go-lucky as he did last night.

“Getting my phone.”

“Oh, that. I thought you were saying thank you for last night.”

“Well, yeah. Thank you for that, too, but I thought we were in it together. Do I really need to thank you?”

“It depends, East. You see, when I went down on you, you never said anything, and you certainly didn’t feel like you were on your period. Are you?”

“No!Urgh,gross. As if I’d let you do that if I was on my period. What do you take me for?”

“A liar.”

“A what? I’m not a liar.”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m fucking not. How dare you call me a liar? I would never ever let you do that If I was on my period. Anyway, my period was last week, if you must know.”

“So then, East, tell me why these sheets have blood on them?”

Oh fuck.

“I... I... I don’t know.”

“Shall I tell you why?” he yells.

“Yes, Mister-Fucking-I-Know-Everything, please tell!” I yell back while fumbling around with the robe that I brought in last night.

“Because, East, you are not fucking lacking in experience. You’ve had no fucking experience at all, have you?”

“Well... Erm... Yes, I have had a little experience.”

“Tell me the fucking truth. Were you or were you not a fucking virgin until last night?” he bellows. His face is red, his eyes are as dark as night, and his fists are clenched by his sides. He’s really fucking angry, and I need to get out of this fast. This was not my idea of the romantic morning after.

“Go to hell!” I yell in his face as I pass him. I go through the adjoining door and slam it shut behind me. This time, I lock it.

Shit. Fucking shit.

Chapter 8

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